Jake’s POV
After a few days more of bedrest, I took to walking around my house with a cane. I still wasn’t at a hundred percent and got tired easily. The can helped take some of my weight so that I could stand up for longer, and keep going more than I probably should have.
In truth, my chest still ached. Whatever magic had been cast on that carving knife had left some perhaps permanent damage in my heart and on my body. I ran out of breath easier. I wasn’t as strong. If my heart beat too fast, I needed to sit down because I would get lightheaded.
I didn’t know if I would ever be as strong as I was in the past and that frustrated the hell out of me. This weakness left me and my pack vulnerable to challengers and outsiders.
I was in constant contact with Damien and Uncle Benedict, so I k
